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Chapter 3:


Jake's POV

I bolted. That's right; I fucking bolted like a little coward. I just fucked a girl in the bathroom of the airplane, joining the mile high club and then I bolted.

The thing is that wasn't what I wanted.

I wanted to tell her she was beautiful. I wanted to get her name and number and call her and make plans to go to dinner. But I didn't.

There was a reason I didn't.

I sighed in complete frustration at my unhappy situation. I watched the world pass by in the taxi that was taking me back to my life. I sat in the taxi cab watching the world fly by; it was just me and my thoughts now.

That was until my cell phone rang pulling me out of thoughts of soft skin, beautiful brown eyes, and long luscious hair that felt so good wrapped in-between my fingers. I looked at the front screen of my phone; I knew who it was going to be before I even checked.

I sighed before I hit the silence button. I wasn't in the mood to talk now, I had made my decisions and my mystery girl confirmed that I was right about it. It wasn't fair for either one of us, and no matter what I was now sticking with my decision.

I powered off my phone for the rest of the long ride I had from Seattle to my home of La Push. I would have had my dad come and get me, but he didn't know I was coming back. I hadn't exactly told him the news yet as I knew he would be disappointed to say the least.

I had planned on spending a small fortune on this cab ride back home, but that was my punishment and I accepted that.

Actually, once the word got out to everyone on the reservation I was going to have to face them. I settled in for the long ride back to my home, a home I haven't seen in a couple of years.

I must have dozed off because the next thing I heard was the very annoyed voice of the cab driver, "We're here." I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and handed the driver the money, thankful it wasn't as much as I figured on.

Stepping out of the cab, the smell of home hit me hard. Memories of my childhood danced through my mind, as I looked over at the small red house I braced myself for what was about to come. Quickly I grabbed my bags out of the trunk of the cab knowing the driver was in a hurry to get back to Seattle and most likely end his shift. As soon as the trunk lid slammed closed the cab took off leaving me in a cloud of dust.

I looked at the house hesitantly; my dad's truck was in the driveway which meant he was home. I was glad he was able to get around since he had hand controls installed on the steering wheel of his truck. A friend of mine Seth Clearwater would stop by and check on him and let me know how he was doing.

I told Seth to keep it quiet I was checking in on Billy though, he wanted to be independent and let me live my life.

Peeking past the house I saw my garage, knowing what it held inside gave me an anxious feeling. It had been way to long since I felt the power of my motorcycle between my legs.

My gaze again shifted back to the house, it's now or never. I grabbed my bags and cautiously made my way up to the front porch where I felt the need to knock on the door. I hadn't lived here in several years and had long-lost the right to simply walk in. I heard some rustling around coming from inside the house after I knocked; I swallowed my anxiousness and nervousness down.

When the door creaked open I looked into the slightly surprised eyes of my father. "Jacob." He acknowledge me at least, maybe the news hadn't reached him yet. I knew that Sam, Emily, and Leah had heard only because Emily was good friends with Vanessa. Seth knew also, because I told him. He was the only one who knew I was coming back.

"I have been expecting you son." Billy looked at me sternly before wheeling his chair out of the way so I could open the screen door and make my way inside. Looking around the living room cautiously I sat my bags on the floor next to the couch, peaking past Billy at the entry way of my old bedroom.

That has become mine again.

I could make out the end of the mattress on the floor. Billy didn't throw my stuff out. If I were him I would have.

"You know word travels fast around here." Billy's voice was full of understanding, not the disappointment that I had expected. "Welcome home Jacob."

"Thanks Dad." It was all I could muster. I wasn't usually an emotional person but being welcomed home by the last person I expected, of course Billy would probably be the only one excited that I was back.

Especially after what happened.

Billy gave me a quick pat on the arm and wheeled himself back into the kitchen, "Make yourself at home." He called to me before he disappeared from sight.

First on the priority list would be to get some sleep. I had planned on sleeping on the plane but when I heard what my sexy mystery woman was talking about in her sleep I could barely keep my hands off of her.

My room was exactly as I left it. Billy hadn't moved or touched a thing; there was a thick layer of dust on everything so he probably hadn't even been in my room since I left. I threw my bags in a corner of my room to be dealt with later along with the dust and collapsed on my bed.

Taking a deep breath I closed my eyes and lost myself in dreams of long wavy brown locks and beautiful chocolate-brown eyes.

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